Anxiety looms

I knew it was fast approaching and I guess getting it over with is easier than putting it off. Sort of like ripping a Band-aid off the hairiest part of your arm or something. You know it is going to hurt like hell, but you might as well get it over with in one fell swoop.

I am going to the hospital Saturday for my follow-up breast sonogram. New readers may not know, but in July a lump was found in my left breast through a routine mammogram. I was only 35 at the time, but I'm a cancer survivor and my mother is a breast cancer survivor, so my doctor is sharp enough to send me in before 40 for mammograms. After the lump was detected, we did a breast sonogram and then a biopsy followed in August. The doctor said I had a fibroadenoma, which is just a benign knot. Still scary as hell and now I'm freaking out about going in tomorrow. The doctor "tagged" the lump and I was told to repeat the breast sonogram in six months. So, that is pretty much, well, now. At least it isn't painful. It just isn't near as much fun as a sonogram when you're pregnant and you get to see a baby moving around in there. If anything is moving around in this sonogram, I'm writing a script for the Sci-Fi Channel and cashing in.

Anyway, the past seven months have not been my best physically speaking. I'm like a car in that month or two after the warranty has expired and everything starts to break down. I really hope Army of Dad doesn't plan on trading me in for a new model any time soon.